Brining The Nations Husband Home Novels & Stories

I look back up at Archie, whose eyes are now permanently electric blue. "Henry Brooke, will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?" I hide my face in my hands as a small sob leaves my lips and I know that if l even try to open my mouth an embarrassing sound will come out and ruin the moment. I look back up at him and nod my head, enthusiastically.

It’s finally time we can leave. “Thanks everyone for coming! I’m stealing my lovely wife to leave for our honeymoon! See you all in four weeks!” Brady announces. And with that he grabs my hand and hurriedly pulls me to the limousine. We go to our home to change and get our luggage. I get undressed and hear Brady gasp. My bra and panties are see through lace. The panties are also a thong. “Ok I don't care if we miss our flight, I have to have my wife now!” He demands.

“It’s getting late and the rain is getting heavier. We have a long way to go to eat home. We better start leaving.” “But..” Mrs. Brimsley could only watch our exchange with confusion but I saw the small smile that graced her lips. My husband was a strange man indeed.

Victor still hadn’t noticed me standing there, trembling like a fool outside the door. He whispered her name like a vow. She cupped his cheek like she’d waited her whole life for this moment. My husband and my sister tangled together in my family’s home. On her very bed. The moan that escaped Naomi was soft and sinful, the kind of sound I used to dream of pulling from him. But that fantasy was never mine, was it? He was never mine. I stepped back, heart slamming against my ribs, and the wooden floor creaked beneath my heel.

I had thought he was working hard for our future, but in reality, he had been traveling across half the world to visit the woman he truly loved. For three years, we had been in a hidden marriage. He had told me it was to protect me from unnecessary trouble. Yet, on his secret account, he had publicly shared their wedding photos, personally announcing their relationship. Even his friends and subordinates all addressed Riley as "Mrs. Lawson". Jay had never once explained. I closed my eyes, tormenting myself by replaying everything I had just seen. In my email inbox, an invitation from my brother was still waiting. Ever since my family moved overseas, my brother had never stopped persuading me

"Yes I know. Alright, I'll leave you to continue your work." "You should rest, ma'am. Tomorrow is such a big day. You need enough rest, so you can have strength." "Thank you ma'am, I'll rest once I get home." As I left her store, I felt strange, and I couldn't say why exactly. I brought out my phone to call Alexander, I wanted to hear his voice. The phone rang twice before he answered. "Hi, hi, darling husband-to-be." "Oh, Naomi, my lovely wife to be" he said, his voice warm. "How are you doing? I can’t wait to see you tomorrow."

Dad began his tone, casual but calculating. I wanted to laugh. "There’s no such thing as dowries in America. The Sebastians wants an equal partnership, not outdated traditions." He nodded, acknowledging my point with a wry smile. "True, but we men must oblige to our wives—or wives-to-be, right?" He glanced at Adam for affirmation. Adam responded diplomatically, "I suppose you're right."

Husband: I'll be back late. No need to prepare dinner. Don't wait up. Get enough rest, Madam. Adaline: Is it really that urgent that you have to come home late? Husband: Yes. I'm sorry, Madam. Adaline: It's okay. Be careful on your way home. Husband: Alright, Madam. And as Adaline remembered, her husband didn't come home that night because of the bad weather. It was pouring rain and the thunder even made Adaline herself scared to look out the window.

Max asks, still yelling above the loud music. “I might have to stay here longer .” “What!? Why?” “The old man is not too well.” “Yeah, well… he’s old,” he says casually. “Max…” I begin, and he quickly says “Yeah, yeah. I guess- fine. Good luck. But isn’t Conor taking care of things over there ?” “Dad asked me to stay. “ I say eventually. “Right. Anyway, how’s Conor’s wife? You said he was married? “

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”